16. L. M. WATTS, altered.
To the Holy Ghost.
TERNAL Spirit! thee we bless
E and fing the wonders of thy grace;
Thy love conveys our bleffings down
From God the Father and the Son.
Enlighten'd by thine heav'nly ray,
Our fhades and darkness turn to day;
Thine inward teachings make us know
Our danger, and our refuge too.
Thy mighty power works within,
And breaks the chains of reigning fin
Doth each imperious luft fubdue,
And moulds and forms the will anew.
Thou doft allay the ftormy wind,
And calm the surges of the mind :
The troubled confcience knows thy voice;
And thou doft make the heart rejoice.-
Forgive the fong that falls fo low
Beneath the gratitude we owe!
It means thy praise, however poor,
And feraph-tongues can do no more.
The Divine Perfections.
HE Lord Jehovah reigns,
His throne is built on high;
The garments he affumes
Are light and Majesty :
His glory fhines with beams fo bright,
No mortal eye can bear the fight.
The thunders of his hand
Keep the wide world in awe;
His wrath and juftice ftand,
To guard his holy law;
And where his love refolves to blefs,
His truth confirms and feals the grace.
Thro' all his works and ways
Unbounded wifdom fhines;
His foes how low he lays!
He mocks their vain defigns:
Strong is his arm, and fhall fulfil
His great decrees, and fov'reign will.
And is this God the fame,
That thus doth condefcend?
And will he write his name,
A Father and a Friend?
Adore his grace with one accord-
Let all the ranfom'd praise the Lord,
The Eternity of God.
Ther time began its race,
HOU didft, O Mighty God, exist
Before the ample elements
Fill'd up the voids of space.
Before the pond'rous earthly globe
In fluid air was ftay'd;
Before the ocean's mighty fprings
Their fiquid ftores display'd.
E'er men ador'd or angels knew,
Or prais'd thy wond'rous name;
Thy blifs, O Sacred Spring of life!
And glory were the fame,
And when the pillars of the world,
With fudden ruin, break;
And all this vaft and goodly frame
Sinks in the mighty wreck :
When from her orb the moon shall start,
Th' aftonish'd fun roll back;
While all the trembling ftarry lamps
Their ancient course forfake:
For ever permanent and fix`d,
From agitation free;
Unchang'd, in everlafting years,
Shall thy existence be,
REAT God, how wide thy glory fhines!
How high thy wonders rife!
Known thro' the earth by thoufand figns,
By thousands thro' the fkies.
Part of thy name divinely ftands
On all thy creatures writ,
They fhew the labor of thine hands,
Or imprefs of thy feet.
But when we view thy ftrange defign
To fave rebellious worms,
Where vengeance and compaflion join,
In ir divinest forms ;
Our thoughts are loft in joyful awe;
We love and we adore;
The first arch-angel never faw
So much of God before.
Here the whole Deity is known,
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brighteft fhone,
The juftice or the grace."
When finners broke the Father's laws,
The dying Son atones;
O, the dear myft'ries of his cross !
The triumph of his groans!
Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heav'nly plains;
Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.→
O may I bear fome humble part
In that immortal fong!
Wonder and joy fhall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.
The Majefty of God
Do thon, my foul, in facred lays
Attempt thy Great Creator's praise :
But, O, what tongue can speak his fame! What mortal verfe can reach the theme!
Enthron'd amidst the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears :
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand funs around him shine.
Before his throne a glitt'ring band
Of feraphim and angels ftand d;
Etherial fpirits, who in flight
Outwing the active rays of light.
To God all nature owes its birth;
He form'd this pond'rous globe of earth:
He rais'd the glorious arch on high;
And measur'd out the azure sky.
In all our Maker's grand defigns,
Omnipotence with wifdom fhines;
His works thro' all this wond'rous frame,
Bear the great impress of his name.
Rais'd on devotion's lofty wing,
Do thou, my foul, his glories fing;
And let his praise employ thy tongue,
'Till lift'ning worlds applaud the fong.
The Omniprefence of God.
LORD, where fhall guilty fouls retire,
Forgotten and unknown?
In hell, they meet thy dreadful fire,
In heav'n, thy glorious throne.
Should we suppress our vital breath
To 'fcape the wrath divine,
Thy voice would break the bars of death,
And make the grave refign.
If, wing'd with beams of morning light,
We fly beyond the west,
Thy hand, which muft fupport our flight,
Would foon betray our reft.
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